Forget about the statusupdates sending thirsty indoor plant,
the next infusion of discrete, believable, trancecendental
nectar of progress is approaching now, a serum full of warmth,
techno soul, deep physical infinity, out of the deep-sea
trenches in the machine park, for the sphere, for the drift.
An autumnal announcement in minimal language is approching, as
a start of another local newcomer project of the next generation
of passion, a cultivated monotonous, pleasant flow, beyond from
Hypnopomp, as a debut, which foretells other directions as well.